[Bren mused to himself. He could reduce Essek to gasps and moans by then, couldn't he? Another scrape of his teeth along that taut stomach, tongue soothing over the sharper touch, a groan of his own at little more than the scent and taste of Essek's skin. He could drown in him so easily, wanted to let himself do exactly that. For his part, the werewolf didn't care if anyone happened to come by and see. In fact good, let them. Let the world see who could make the pristine, icy Lord Thelyss come apart entirely, let them know that Essek was his and no one else's.
There was that possessive streak again, surfacing without being restrained this time, now that Essek knew what he was, knew the worst of his secrets, what more did Bren have to fear?
He tilted his head into that hair as it moved over his hair, a low whine catching in his throat. Gods but he would give anything to be Essek's good boy right now.]
I want that, ja. Please. Let me see how pretty you look for me.
[For him. His fingers were all too eager to be guided, to find that peek of skin an make their way upward. His fingers deliberately continued their exploring, upward beneath that skirt, shifting inward so that his skin grazed an inner thigh, up to find how very little Essek was wearing beneath.]
Oh.
[The sound Bren made then was more growl than whine, and he moved to hike Essek's skirt up, baring him and that little trace of lace. Bren leaned close, first nuzzling at that lace-covered length before he began mouthing at him through the flimsy fabric.]
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[Bren mused to himself. He could reduce Essek to gasps and moans by then, couldn't he? Another scrape of his teeth along that taut stomach, tongue soothing over the sharper touch, a groan of his own at little more than the scent and taste of Essek's skin. He could drown in him so easily, wanted to let himself do exactly that. For his part, the werewolf didn't care if anyone happened to come by and see. In fact good, let them. Let the world see who could make the pristine, icy Lord Thelyss come apart entirely, let them know that Essek was his and no one else's.
There was that possessive streak again, surfacing without being restrained this time, now that Essek knew what he was, knew the worst of his secrets, what more did Bren have to fear?
He tilted his head into that hair as it moved over his hair, a low whine catching in his throat. Gods but he would give anything to be Essek's good boy right now.]
I want that, ja. Please. Let me see how pretty you look for me.
[For him. His fingers were all too eager to be guided, to find that peek of skin an make their way upward. His fingers deliberately continued their exploring, upward beneath that skirt, shifting inward so that his skin grazed an inner thigh, up to find how very little Essek was wearing beneath.]
Oh.
[The sound Bren made then was more growl than whine, and he moved to hike Essek's skirt up, baring him and that little trace of lace. Bren leaned close, first nuzzling at that lace-covered length before he began mouthing at him through the flimsy fabric.]